I don't own Harry Potter.
- Holding Hands -
Together, we run. We run wherever our legs carry us, wherever there is room to keep running. We run where the sun rises and the moon sets, the rushing air blowing our hair away from our faces, and our cheeks are left flushed as the softest pink rose. We run until we are only breathing each other's breaths, and it is all the oxygen we need. We run across fields wide and open as the heavens above, filled with stars and clouds of the eagle chick's downy feathers, past glass lakes that reflect the surrounding, protecting hills, through the rugged mountains so cold our lips go numb (…they thaw when they connect, but then they are left alone and frozen once more…). We run, soft hand in calloused, and we take off into the sky.
Together, we fly. We fly without wings or planes, without the aid of anything but the other's warmth. We fly alongside the sun and moon, the clouds wetting our hair with the tears of the wind. We fly until the other birds have gone south and north again, but we are on our own path, letting our hearts lead the way. We fly with the sun in our eyes, around the moon, over the tallest buildings, reaching up, up, only a width away, so close and far (…we are bonded now, but we were once two people and so lonely…). We fly, fingers laced, and we plunge into the sea.
Together, we swim. We swim next to the currents, the tides, the waves. We swim from the shine to the gloom, and the underwater breeze caresses our faces like a mother would her child. We swim from one end of the world to the other, and never do we tire. We swim in warm waters, cold waters, watch the surface dance with the sun to create a whole new species of stars that we daren't break (…the light shines forth from us when he laughs, but the darkness is all-consuming and around every corner…). We swim, breathing into our linked hands, and we begin to sink.
Together, we sink. We sink down, down, down, and shatter through the ocean floor, and continue sinking. We sink past everyone – our parents, our friends, our enemies, our teachers, our brothers, our son. We sink faster and faster, and we see Sirius and Remus and Peter and Harry and us, Lily and James, because we aren't a you and I, we are one entity. We sink past a bouquet of lilies that drift under our noses, a pair of rings that slide onto our fingers, photographs that slip out of our pockets and back into our memories. We sink and sink and sink, past smiles and laughs and tears and yells and cries and hugs and shoves and slaps and punches and kisses, kisses, kisses (…it all comes and goes so quickly, so hard to grasp onto, so hard to keep hold of, but we are going where it can never again be…). We sink, and the hazel and green return to our eyes as the same colors connect for the first time – "Welcome to the world, James Sirius Potter" – whispered – and red and black flow again through our hair as it lays mixed together on four pillows, a family heaped as one. We sink, hands clasped tightly, and keep sinking.
We stop.
We stop, and then we slip away, away, into a land where we sleep forever (…we try to stay awake just a little longer, but we are so tired, and already our eyes are closing, allowing us to see each other clearly…), waiting to be woken, our hands holding two halves of one heart together.
Fin.
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